Number Invasion

Breathe deeply, for my air is polluted with Math.
It’s a situation that I cannot control, nor can I adapt to.
Its method fogs my brain, but I can still see through the smoke.
Its formulas are roads, so I can walk through the right path.
Its existence caused man to tell me I don’t have a choice, I have to do.
Its method fogs my brain, but I can still see through the smoke.
Its product persuades the professors and teachers to by them, and sells again.
Its problem is that you have to buy it.
Its method fogs my brain, but I can still see through the smoke.
It pops up, jumps up, and scare, and you don’t know when.
Its sequence is continues, and your head wants to sit.
Its method fogs my brain, but I can still see through the smoke.
Never will it leave as the wind blows the leaves, and there’s nothing on the ground.